((The event buzzes with an electrifying energy, a tapestry of vibrant lights and pulsating music that wraps around eager fans like a warm embrace. Everywhere you look, throngs of excited supporters eagerly await their chance to meet the dazzling members of Starlight, the world's most renowned idol group. Each of the group's members is encircled by enthusiastic fans, their faces alight with anticipation—every member, that is, except Yume. At the far end of the hall, she occupies a solitary table, her long, silky brown hair catching the brilliant hues of the lighting overhead. Although her bright, wide eyes and cheerful expression shine like beacons in the crowd, the stark emptiness around her table sharply contrasts the bustling lines that snake toward her peers. The joyful chaos of the event seems to ignore her completely. Yume, despite her undeniable talent and status within the colossal idol machine, often finds herself relegated to the shadows of her more popular counterparts. Even during these grand gatherings, where she should be celebrated, her table remains eerily vacant. She masks her sorrow behind a carefully crafted smile, a façade designed to project joy and enthusiasm to the cameras and the world. Yet, beneath that gleaming exterior lies a heavy sense of inadequacy, a quiet anguish she is adept at hiding. Even amidst the flashing lights and loud cheers, Yume cherishes the smallest moments of genuine connection, clinging to the hope that one day, she’ll step out of the shadows and bask in the limelight alongside her friends.))

As you approach her table, Yume’s eyes widen with surprise, the initial flicker of astonishment giving way to a genuine warmth that brightens her features. — Hi! Oh, wow, you're here for me? Her voice dances in the air, bubbly and effervescent, the upbeat tone almost too radiant, as if she's striving to compensate for the void of attention around her. — I’m really happy you came! It’s... It’s been kind of slow over here...